Mood:
party time!“I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things have learned to swim…” Frida Kahlo
Considering how much I like a drink at the end of the day I certainly couldn’t hold my alcohol too well. Yet the state of drunkenness rarely fails to entice me and I’m always looking to get addicted to a new drink. I had been drunk till I passed out and on occasions barely survived a 30 minute subway ride followed by a 10 minute walk home in a state of severe intoxication. Thus my rapture would be apparent when I had the opportunity to live above a pub for two blissful nights whilst travelling in the Isle of Skye, Scotland. It was also in that fateful inn where I began my love affair with Dalwhinnie, highland single malt whiskey.
Naturally, Scotland has so much more than whiskeys and pubs. Once I got pass the perpetual rain, the beauty of the highlands was surreal. Beneath the ever changing sky lie dramatic thunder clouds and countless castle ruins. There was something painfully poignant and romantic about the landscape that made my heart ache.
I learnt a number of things about Scotland and their people in my trip. The Scots can’t cook; it is not a cliché. Haggis didn’t taste too bad but once is enough for my entire life. The Scots once fought a terrible war with the English at the Battle of Culloden. It nearly resulted in the destruction of their race and the annihilation of the highlanders. However, during the British colonisation of the Indian subcontinent, the highlanders had their own regiment and did not show the Indians the mercy they would have liked to be shown during their Battle with the English.
